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Tosen Jordan sighed and absentmindedly pushed her food around her plate. Today had been a rough day so far. Nakayama Festa, along with Sirius and some others, was away in France for an upcoming Dream Series race. Without Nakayama around, Jordan’s life was much less interesting.
Noticing Jordan’s apathy, Gold City piped up from across the table. “Something wrong, Jordan?”
The words went right over Jordan’s head. She was too busy thinking about spending another long, cold, lonely night in her bed. She was broken out of her daze when someone slapped her hard on the back.
“Cheer up-ssu!” Bamboo Memory commanded. “You’re stronger than this!”
“I don’t think that’s gonna help,” said Mejiro Palmer. “Do you wanna talk about it, Jordan?”
“Talk about what?” Jordan replied.
“You’re totally mopey because your girlfriend’s not around!” Daitaku Helios answered sagely. As always, she cut straight to the heart of the issue.
“I’m not that bad…” Jordan sighed. She knew she was. She had been alone for the past week, the longest she and Nakayama had ever been apart since they had started dating. To make it worse, it was still another week until Nakayama came back. The only contact Jordan had had with her girlfriend was a few video calls and unlocking her dorm to water her violets every other day.
The other four looked at each other, clearly disagreeing with Jordan’s assessment.
“How’s about we have a party tonight!” Helios suggested.
City sighed. “It’s Tuesday.
“Do you want to train with me-ssu?” Bamboo asked.
It was Jordan’s turn to sigh. “Not really…”
“Exercise clears the mind-ssu! It is important-”
City cut Bamboo off and patted her on the shoulder. “I don’t think she wants to train with you, babe.” Bamboo harrumphed and went back to eating.
On the other side of the table, Palmer looked to be deep in thought. Finally, she spoke up, saying, “What do you want to do, Jordan?”
“Be with Naka…”
“Other than that.”
“Nothing.” What kind of question was that?
Palmer nodded and looked at the rest of the group. “I think Jordan needs some alone time,” she said.
Helios looked perplexed. “But we’re her besties, though! We’re here to help her out!”
“Nah, Palmer’s right,” Jordan said. “I’m just gonna go chill for a while.” With that, she got up and went back to her dorm. She hoped her friends wouldn’t mind her sudden departure.
Jordan flopped down on her bed and pulled out her phone. Still no messages from Nakayama. She knew her girlfriend was extremely busy, what with the upcoming race and media circus and all, but she still selfishly wanted attention. She quickly typed out a message to Nakayama.
“miss uuuuuuuu 🥺 hope ur having fun 💞”
After thinking for a moment, she also snapped a selfie and sent that, too. Poor Naka probably missed seeing her face. Her makeup was especially fire today, even though there was no one around to appreciate it. After that, she absentmindedly scrolled through Umatok for a while, waiting impatiently for a response.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity (but was really only five minutes), her phone dinged with a message from Nakayama.
“looking good” was all it read.
Jordan huffed in annoyance. That was such a typical Nakayama response. In retaliation, she waited another five minutes before replying.
“what about u?”
She smirked devilishly when the next message came with a photo attachment. It must have been early in the morning in France, because Nakayama was still in the bathroom, clearly getting ready. Jordan’s brain quickly glossed over that, though, too busy focusing in on Nakayama’s topless form in the steamy mirror. Her butch was covered below the waist by a towel, but her top half was completely bare. Little rivulets of water were running down her modest chest and toned abs, while her damp bush peeked out from under the towel. Jordan pressed her phone to her chest and squealed, no better than a teenage girl. She had to let herself drool for a moment before she replied.
“wow sexxxyyyyyyy 🤤🤤🤤”
She got another notification almost instantly.
“you got training today”
“nope 🫣”
Jordan waited and waited, but no response came. Deciding to take matters into her own hands, she flipped over onto her back, lifted her shirt, and snapped a pic of her ample cleavage. She made sure to press her arms against her chest to enhance the effect. She sent it off to Nakayama, but was too lazy to pull her shirt back down. Within moments, Nakayama texted her back.
“good girl”
Oh, wow. That was hot. She hadn’t been intending for this to go very far, but she could feel the heat starting to build in the bottom of her stomach. She had gone without her butch for too long. She pulled one cup of her bra down, exposing a breast to the cool air. Her nipples were already standing erect. She fondled herself, rolling her nipple in her fingers and imagining they were Nakayama’s, and took another picture. God, she was pent up.
Her reward this time was another picture. Jordan shivered in anticipation as it loaded. Nakayama was much more dressed in this one, but it still sped up Jordan’s heartbeat just the same. Nakayama was wearing her signature racewear, minus the jacket. She was lifting up her crop top with one hand, exposing her clenched abs, while she flexed and held up her other arm. Jordan imagined what it would feel like to have those strong arms wrapped around her when her butch finally got back. The picture also came with a message that Jordan didn’t notice until after she had spent a good few minutes staring at Nakayama’s muscles.
“got a meeting now hope this helps u out”
Yeah, that was definitely gonna help her out. Just as she pulled her shirt off, though, she heard an incredibly loud voice coming down the hall. Winning Ticket had decided to come back at the worst possible time. Jordan scrambled to get herself put back together. Tickezo wasn’t the smartest, so Jordan hoped that she wouldn’t notice her flushed face or wrinkled shirt.
“I’m back!” Tickezo announced as she closed the door behind her. “Hi Jordan!”
“Oh, hey,” Jordan mumbled. She did her best to look like she was absorbed in something on her phone.
Tickezo loudly rumbled around in the fridge before pulling out one of her massive energy drinks. “How was class today?”
“Same old, same old, y’know?” Jordan silently screamed at her nipple to stop poking through her shirt.
Tickezo, still oblivious, flopped down on her bed and sighed contentedly. “I got a date with Taishin and Hayahide tonight,” she said with a stupid smile on her face. “If it’s not too much trouble, do you think you could do my nails? Taishin loves it when they’re all cute.”
Jordan tried to suppress her sigh as much as she could. “Uh, I’d love to, but, like, I kinda have plans with Helios soon…” The second part was a lie, but the first one wasn’t. She loved doing nails, and Tickezo was just the cutest when she was with her girlfriends. “Raincheck?”
“For sure!” Tickezo didn’t look phased at all. “I wonder if Hayahide’s gonna wear that dress again…”
As much as Jordan wanted to listen to her roommates' dreamy rambling, she had some more important business to take care of. She hastily got up, grabbed Nakayama’s key off her dresser, and said a goodbye to Tickezo.
She speed-walked through the halls and out into campus, lamenting the fact that she and Nakayama were in separate dorms. Thankfully, there was almost nobody about at this time of day, most people still in class or training.
Jordan triple-checked over each shoulder to make sure no one was watching before unlocking and entering Nakayama’s dorm. She did have a perfectly valid reason to be going in there, but knowing that she had much more depraved intentions primed her nerves.
When she walked in, she was struck by how quiet her girlfriend’s dorm was. Whenever she was in here, the room was usually filled with the sounds of games, conversation, or other less wholesome things. Now, with both of its occupants on the other side of the world, it was dead silent.
Jordan quickly got to changing that. She watered Nakayama’s violets as she promised to before whipping off her shirt and pants and settling on Nakayama’s bed. All shame abandoned, she pressed her face to the sheets and inhaled Nakayama’s smell. Her bed smelled just like her, a mix of deodorant, flowers, sweat, and cigarette smoke. The scent made Jordan’s heart flutter with longing. It also heavily contributed to the growing wet spot on her underwear.
Her head spinning with Nakayama’s scent, she lay back and slid a hand into her panties. She sighed when she ran her fingers over her slit, the wound up tension ready to finally release. She grabbed her phone and took a picture of herself, sprawled out on Nakayama’s bed as she gently ran circles around her clit, and sent it to her girlfriend. She wanted to take her time with this. Nakayama responded quickly.
“so fucking hot”
Jordan’s phone dinged again.
“take a video for me baby”
Jordan didn’t need to be told twice. She stripped off the rest of her clothing, tossing it haphazardly on the floor, and nestled herself into Nakayama’s soft comforter. Before she started filming, though, she caught sight of one of Nakayama’s beanies lying on her dresser and had a devious idea.
She took the beanie and smelled it, giving herself another hit of Nakayama’s intoxicating musk. Then, she pressed it up against her wet pussy, slowly rubbing herself through the fabric. She moaned softly as she reached down to take a video, imagining how Nakayama would react if she were in the room with her.
She would be staring at Jordan, that slack-jawed look she always got making her look like a lost puppy. Jordan would beckon her over with a finger, and she would reverently lie on her stomach between Jordan’s legs. Jordan shuddered when she remembered the feeling of Nakayama’s tongue inside of her.
Satisfied with the video, Jordan sent it off to Nakayama. She continued to touch herself while awaiting a response, Nakayama’s topless pic pulled up and the beanie growing more and more soaked with each second. Finally, a notification filled her screen.
“fuck you’re so hot”
“wait a sec”
The two messages came in quick succession. Jordan sped up her ministrations, eager to see what her butch was going to send next.
She threw her head back and moaned, a small bit of drool running out of the corner of her mouth, when she saw what it was.
“look what you did to me”
Nakayama was standing in a bathroom stall, her slender fingers spreading her dripping pussy wide open for Jordan. Jordan was amazed at how wet her girlfriend was. She could faintly taste Nakayama’s juices despite their distance.
Suddenly driven into overdrive, Jordan decided to up the ante. She got up onto her knees, keeping the beanie in its place on her cunt, and shoved one of Nakayama’s pillows between her legs. She leaned her phone against the wall to get a good angle, started recording, and switched tabs to Nakayama’s pussy pic.
She ground herself hard against Nakayama’s pillow, gyrating her hips to generate as much friction as possible. “Oh, god, N-Naka…” she whimpered, keeping direct eye contact with the camera. She closed her eyes and rutted furiously against the pillow, pinching her nipple with one hand to heighten her own pleasure.
She could vividly imagine the pillow as Nakayama’s face. Jordan would tangle her fingers in her butch’s hair and grind relentlessly against her mouth, her pussy clenching with each muffled little groan that came out of Nakayama’s mouth. Her clit would bump up against Nakayama’s nose, sending jolts of pleasure through her core, while her slick would drip down Nakayama’s chin and onto the sweat-soaked sheets below.
“I love you so much, Naka…!” Jordan’s hips and thighs were on fire, burning with exertion. Nakayama’s pillowcase was soaked through, her juices seeping into the pillow itself. Jordan didn’t slow down for a moment as fantasies of Nakayama continued flying through her brain at Mach speed.
She remembered the first time they kissed, her face gone completely red when Nakayama took her by surprise after the race. She remembered the way her mind melted the first time she saw Nakayama naked, her girlfriend’s shapely breasts and strong abs and gorgeous bush too much for her eyes to handle. Nakayama had had to snap her fingers in front of her eyes to break her out of her stupor. And she could never forget the first time they made love. Nakayama was so gentle and caring, holding Jordan tight through every moment to assuage her insecurities. She loved Nakayama in a way she would never be able to describe with her clumsy words.
Jordan sped up even more as her breaking point neared, moaning wantonly and making the bed creak with the force of her thrusts. She imagined Nakayama’s arms wrapped warmly around her as her orgasm exploded out of her. Her entire body shuddered, her muscles unable to continue working as they were flooded with love and pleasure. Slick sluiced out of her cunt and onto the bed as she animalistically rolled her hips against her butch’s pillow.
She slumped forward into a heap as the fires of ecstasy slowly webbed out of her. She needed Nakayama to hold her more than anything else right now. Remembering the video she was taking, she looked up at the camera and winked. “Love you,” she said before stopping the recording and sending it to Nakayama.
A few moments after she sent it, she received an incoming video call. She accepted it instantly, thinking it was from Nakayama, and was surprised when she saw Bamboo’s and Helios’s faces staring back at her.
“Whoa, sexy Jordan!” Helios shouted. Bamboo just stared at the camera with wide eyes, as if some sort of glitch was happening.
Before Jordan could react, City joined the call as well. “What’s up?” she asked. When she noticed Jordan, she added, “Everything okay?”
Finally unfrozen, Jordan smashed the disconnect button and buried her face in her hands. That had NOT just happened. When she finally worked up the nerve to look back at her phone, she saw that she had received two messages.
“Need one of us to help you out?”
City had sent that one. Jordan groaned and gave the message a thumbs-down. When she realized that might’ve been rude, she changed it to a thumbs-up and sent a short text saying she didn’t. The other message was from Nakayama.
“love you too but busy rn call you later”
Jordan gave that one a heart. With her post-orgasm buzz fading, she looked at the mess she had made on the bed. Everything definitely needed to be washed, but it could wait. Nakayama and Sirius wouldn’t be back for another week. For now, Jordan just lay back, relaxed, and thought about her lover.